I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...

The crucifixion of these geometrical shapes
in the air...

I left you
to stay with you...

I love and you leave
Then...

There is just personal death
and collective continuum...

Victims of bygones,
the tyrants of tomorrows...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

You, my creation, my art,
you...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...

The loneliest tree
in the citrus garden is...

~~revised~~
"I love you for all the women I have not known...